www.whyville.net Dec 27, 2009 Weekly Issue



Morganna
Whyville Poet

In the Dead of Winter

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Just watch how they fall
and glue to death like cement
Behold, fragile hands, and unfold
their tightness and velvety scent

And there's some kind of beauty
beneath the surface of the spheres
which curve and glean and glitz and cleave
and pioneer faith's tragic fears

Leave the blinds open, Love
Leave them open just a bit
Show me light in the swallow of night
and what sick hope I shall emit

But there's still something more
to the honed edges of this fate
with deafening and demented string
that pull the shrill sounds abate

Let's open the windows tonight
and shiver in death's breath
Unbolt them, slide and open them wide
so soon the pain will set

Because what's there to fear with an end so near
When Love is silenced and my heart austere

 

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